The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

Seeing the woman's smug look, Wu Tu understood that she was trying to control him and take revenge on him again.

All her actions were telling Wutu that Wutu could never escape her.

Who told Wu Tu to embarrass her in public?

Recently, Wutu, dressed in tattered clothes, pitifully scavenged for trash and leftovers, making it hard for people to miss her.

So the neighbors were all talking about it, and gossip spreads fast these days. In almost an afternoon, everyone knew that Wu Tu had a mistreating aunt.

Therefore, the woman could no longer pretend to be indifferent as before.

The image of a good mother she had carefully cultivated in the outside world was shattered by Wu Tu, so the woman had to go to his school to prove that she was absolutely right.

The crow listened to the woman's filth and had no strength to resist.

He hadn't even had a full meal, so how could he have the strength to argue or speak?

The whispers and pointing around him grew louder, and their scrutinizing and contemptuous gazes were fixed on Wutu, pushing him to the brink of collapse.

How could Wu Tu, who had always been invisible, possibly bear everyone's criticism?

So Wutu simply prayed:

"Can we go inside the school? Let's talk in the office, not here..."

The black rabbit practically begged.

The woman waved away the black rabbit's hand:

"Now you know you're shameful? I'm going to let everyone know that you're a bastard who can't be taught anything!"

Wu Tu really thought being scolded by her aunt was a small matter.

But the neighbors, classmates, and teachers who were once so kind to him...

He thought he was about to start his life anew...

And just like that, he was trampled to pieces by the woman again.

Even his homeroom teacher was utterly disappointed in him.

After all, teachers are more likely to trust parents when they are dealing with a student they have just met who doesn't have good grades.

After all, what Wu Tu said was really too outrageous.

In this day and age, where would you find parents who only give their children 300 yuan for living expenses?

Moreover, although Wu Tu's aunt dressed plainly, her living conditions were by no means bad, so he didn't understand why Wu Tu had to dress so tatteredly to go to school every day.

It turns out he was a habitual liar who wanted to gain sympathy and attention from others.

The teacher made that judgment about Wutu, and no matter how Wutu explained, even if he turned all his pockets inside out, he couldn't prove it.

Adults often try to guess what children are thinking from their own perspective.

The homeroom teacher impatiently interrupted Wu Tu:

"Enough! Stop arguing, Wutu. Teachers don't just teach you academics; they also teach you how to be good people. It's one thing if your grades are bad, but I can't tolerate students with bad character in our class!"

"Pay back the money you borrowed before, write a 3,000-word self-criticism, and get a major demerit. That's the consequence of your lying."

"The only right path is to be a good person and study hard. If you resort to such crooked methods to gain sympathy by playing the victim, do you expect to skip school and become a beggar?"

The teacher's words left Wutu speechless.

In the end, he failed to provide a clear explanation and was successfully labeled a liar and a beggar.

He watched the woman leave triumphantly. The little guy stood there for a long time until he heard the morning reading bell, then he walked heavily into the classroom.

And all the books that belonged to him on his seat had vanished.

Wu Tu paused for a moment, then asked her deskmate, "Where's my book?"

My deskmate, who was still laughing and joking with others, put on an innocent expression upon hearing this: "I don't know."

The crow could only ask the others, "Has no one seen my book?"

Nobody paid him any attention.

Wu Tu then went down and searched floor by floor.

Finally, I found my book in the trash can.

He thought of his classmates and found it hard to imagine that those seemingly gentle and kind classmates harbored such great malice in their hearts.

The black tusk hadn't done anything wrong.

He never asked his classmates for money; his aunt was just making things up!

Suddenly, Wu Tu felt very angry, very angry.

But after getting angry, there is a deep sense of powerlessness.

He can't change anyone or anything.

So Wutu could only wipe the book clean and take it back. Then she took out the leftover steamed buns from yesterday from her schoolbag.

The cafeteria lady gave him two leftovers, but he couldn't bear to finish them, so he had one left.

He carried the steamed bun to the bathroom door, wanting to find a place where no one would notice him to eat it.

But someone pushed him from behind.

The black rabbit heard someone whisper in his ear:

"Beggars just reek of poverty, it's so annoying."

The black rabbit couldn't dodge and could only fall straight down, landing face-first on the ground.

Fortunately, he wasn't hurt badly, but the steamed bun was covered in filth.

The black rabbit lay on the ground, feeling only that the steamed bun was a waste.

If you peel off the outer skin, can you still eat it?

Wu Tu swallowed hard. He hesitated for a long time and was about to pick it up when someone passed by and made him stop.

Just like before, the black cat couldn't find the culprit.

Such school bullying was nothing to him, who had been bullied by his aunt for over ten years.

He didn't have the energy to get entangled with these people.

All Wutu wants now is to live.

So after school, Wu Tu decisively went to the shopping mall outside the school to find a job.

But no matter where they were, they all rejected the black rabbit.

Even though what they saw was such a pitiful, young child.

The black rabbit wandered around outside until nightfall and finally found a job as a waiter at a barbecue restaurant.

The barbecue restaurant was clearly run by an elderly couple. There were only the two of them in the shop, and they were extremely busy every night, which is why they agreed to let Wutu come and help.

Who knew that Wu Tu would be busy with the boss from eight o'clock until midnight. The charcoal fire and oil stains from the barbecue made him look disheveled. He was constantly busy carrying plates, serving dishes, and washing dishes, without a moment's rest.

Winston watched the little guy nodding to the customers, and saw him huddled in the cramped kitchen washing dishes, and felt heartbroken.

When the shop closed, Wutu could finally rest.

Only then did he realize that his feet were throbbing with pain, his calves felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't lift his hands or waist.

He was exhausted; he was being used as three people by himself here.

But Wutu was still somewhat excited.

Because finally, I got a salary and food to eat.

God knows how tempted he was by the smell of barbecue just now.

Wu Tu eagerly awaited his wages from his boss, but the sound of a car horn came from outside the shop.

Wu Tu looked up and saw a man get out of the car.

He is his uncle.

Winston was startled when he saw Wu Yaochen appear.

He realized that this memory had also changed because of Winston.

However, given the current chaotic situation, it's hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing.

Winston tensed up.

Wu Tu immediately lowered his head and pulled his hat down, thinking that his uncle would definitely not be able to see him.

Unfortunately, his uncle came specifically because of him.

Wu Yaochen, who was also deceived by a woman, always thought that Wu Tu was a bad boy.

He hated the black tusk, loathed the black tusk, and even resented its existence.

If it weren't for Wu Tu, his second sister wouldn't have died...

Therefore, Wu Yaochen's appearance here is definitely not a good thing.

Seeing her uncle's expression, Wu Tu's heart tightened. Just as she was about to back away, Wu Yaochen grabbed her wrist.

"Why are you hiding? Your aunt already told me. You're a habitual liar, you lie to everyone, you run away from home when your parents scold you, and now you're even here working."

"What, who are you trying to fool with this act?! Can't you stop being so self-degrading?!"

"Why don't you learn from your mother?"

"I seriously doubt you're my sister's child at all. How could my sister possibly give birth to a child like you?"